Lyrics : Kiki Landkroon
Music : Kiki Landkroon/Rik Jasker
Producer : Lennard Vaarten
mark my words
In the summer you turn eighty I’ll grow you flowers and we’ll celebrate
All these years
We’ve gathered friends around the table
Telling stories that we’ve heard before
And I don’t know how
But this feels like heaven
You take my hand and I know
Soon it is time to let go
It’s starting to show
Every night I reminisce
Each and every single kiss we shared
In hopes of not forgetting
I’m trying to take in all you are
Keeping you from drifting far away
Just finished your bouquet
Red wine stains
Spread around like decoration
Here to stay and never coming off
One more drink
We’ve been saying that for hours wasting away we’re never slowing down
And I don’t know how
But this feels like heaven
You take my hand and I know
Soon it is time to let go
It’s starting to show
Every night I reminisce
Each and every single kiss we shared
In hopes of not forgetting
I’m trying to take in all you are
Keeping you from drifting far away
Just finished your bouquet
Have you marked my words
About the summer you turn eighty and the flowers that I’ll grow for you
All our friends
Will be gather round the table
We’re telling stories about finding love